#His time in Barcelona💔

[kimpessi10]

Leo and Geri <33

[vicolette]

Brother’s Admirer !

– A/N : the title is so weird ik but I have no other idea I’m sorry💔💔

– Warnings : English isn’t my first language, mentions of y/n, fluff

"Should we sit here?"

Irene nodded her head as she took a seat in the stands, watching the footballers of FC Barcelona play on the training ground. You sat beside her, your coat keeping you warm, although the sun was shining bright.

"Why is it still so cold? It’s march!" Your best friend complained as she sighed in disbelief, hiding her face in her hands as she groaned. In response to her mood swing, you let out a chuckle, but your attention wasn’t really there for her.

It was for Pau, her younger brother.

Your lips twitched as a smile blossomed on your face, your gaze following him before you realized that Irene was still there, acting oblivious about your secret crush when you looked at her.

Since two years, you have had been enamored with Pau – his awkward personality and good looks were making your heart melt whenever you saw the teenager. Now, as he grew older and you did too, you could notice the changes in his life. A bit more confident than he used to be and he also grew a lot taller, much lie his muscles.

However, there was barely any chances for you to get together with him, especially since you were befriended with Irene. It would ruin the friendship and, even if love was something you wanted in your life, you valued your friendship more than some potentially relationship with her brother.

"I don’t know…" Your mutter was quiet as you lowered your head, staring at your plain white shoes while she kept talking. The original hang out plan was to study at her place while Pau was at training and then get some ice cream, but it changed when you both somehow managed to get your work done earlier.

Truth being told, you focused on it way more than usual to get over with it and get some sweets, since you have been craving ice cream for a while now, although it wasn’t even the perfect weather for it.

"Here." Irene snapped you out of your trace as she held out a popsicles for you, the other one that you have bought already in her mouth. The coldness of it made her tense up, which earned a laughter from you.

"Thanks." As you ripped off the wrapper and took a bite out of it, you could feel the delicious taste of strawberry ice cream. Silence crept into the place as you both watched the smaller teams play, before you spoke up once again. "Should we even eat ice cream during winter?"

"Nah, but who cares?" You both laughed at her question, yet she then went quiet, indicating that she was trying to remember something. "Wait, I need to pay you back for the popsicles."

"Keep it, it’s no–"

"Oh my god, my wallet!" Irene gasped in horror, taking her purse as she searched for her belongings, when she then deadpanned and glanced at you. "I forgot it at home."

You chuckled at her dramatic expression, shrugging your shoulders as you rolled your eyes playfully, when you suddenly met the eyes of Pau. He had heard Irene and hadn’t seen her previously, so he looked away to see what she was doing.

"Pau!" The familiar voice of Flick was heard as he turned around, yelling out an apology as he got back into the flow of the game, returning his focus to the opposing players.

Irene raised an eyebrow at her brother, wondering what might have gotten him so distracted, before the realization dawned upon her. Her gaze landed on you and before you could even say anything, whether it was to defend yourself or say the truth, she giggled.

"Pau seems to be lovely, right?" She tilted her head as Irene awaited a positive answer, which you had truthfully given her.

"Yeah, yeah, totally…" Your smile faltered when you realized what she was doing – setting you up with him. It made your heart flutter at the thought, hoping that what you thought was true.

"And..! Did I tell you about the time when he saved a cat from a tree? He’s growing up too fast!" She mockingly wiped a fake tear away from her eye, sarcasm lingering in her voice as she looked back at him. You weren’t that naïve to not realize her tactics, since you’ve gotten used to them, but it still made you blush in embarrassment.

Meanwhile, Pau's team had won the mini match and although he wasn’t too fazed by it, he had tried to amaze you with his skills. Hell, he even scored a banger to make you think that he was someone so strong and out of the world.

"Good game, kiddo." Lewandowski's voice was audible behind him, an arm wrapped around his shoulders as he pulled him closer. When the media coordinator was done taking a photo of them celebrating their win for their Instagram account, Robert pointed out a specific secret of his. "Your crush is here! Is that why you stole the ball so often?"

"Obviously, grandpa."

"Are you learning from Lamine, or what?"

– A/N : my eleventh post!! Hope you liked it<3

[joaosnovia]

Hey I love your work can you please do a fic with Gavi were the reader is a professional tennis player and they are trying to get to watch each others matches but it's like really difficult. That would be soo cool. And maybe the reader is like Pedris sister or something. And he wants to see every match of her even if it's in halftime and their like dating since their 15 . Thank you

❦ - love && war.

summary:: you’re both supportive of each others careers but obviously there’s obstacles. matches, opens, you name it. that’ll never let it stop gavi though.

warnings:: no

writers note:: i feel bad for spam posting but in my defense they’ve been marinating in my drafts for honestly a while and i still have loads to write so bare w me! i keep on forgetting to post but @cherryloveshs & sometimes @barcapix has to keep me humble 💔.

tags:: @barcapix @n0vazsq @httpsdana @paucubarsisimp @cherryloveshs @universefcb

dating pablo gavi was a constant battle, not because he made things difficult (well, maybe sometimes), but because trying to align your schedules was practically impossible.

you were both professional athletes, both constantly traveling, both juggling training, matches, and media responsibilities. it was hard enough keeping up with your own career, let alone finding time to see each other.

but somehow, against all odds, you’d been making it work since you were fifteen.

‘where are you watching from?’

the text came through as you were tying your shoelaces, preparing for your next match in a wta tournament in madrid. you barely had time to check your phone before your coach called you over, but when you saw gavi’s name, you quickly typed back.

you: i thought you had a game?

gavi: i do. but halftime is soon. i’ll find a way.

you shook your head, smiling. of course he would. gavi had a champions league match tonight, yet here he was, making sure he didn’t miss your game.

true to his word, at halftime, when the rest of the team was getting their tactics from hansi, gavi was on his phone, sitting at the very edge of the bench so no one could block his signal.

‘bro, seriously?’ ferran torres raised a brow, watching as gavi adjusted the brightness.

‘shut up,’ gavi muttered, completely focused.

pedri, sitting beside him, leaned over to glance at the screen. ‘what’s the score?’

‘first set just started.’

pedri smirked. ‘you realize you have a game to play, right?’

‘yeah, yeah,’ gavi waved him off, barely paying attention.

this was normal by now. every chance he got, whether it was in a hotel room after a champions league away match, or during team flights, or, apparently, at halftime, he was watching your matches.

because if he couldn’t be there in person, this was the next best thing.

but when he could be there?

gavi would move mountains to make it happen.

which was exactly how he ended up flying straight from a la liga match in barcelona to paris, just to watch you play in the french open.

he landed at the very last minute, wearing a hoodie pulled low over his face as he slid into the stands, next to pedri, who had made the trip as well.

‘you’re insane,’ pedri muttered, watching as gavi exhaled, still catching his breath from sprinting through the airport.

‘does she know you’re here?’

gavi shook his head. ‘not yet.’

he wanted it to be a surprise. and when you finally looked up after winning a crucial point, your eyes scanning the crowd, the second they landed on him, he knew you’d seen him.

your expression flickered between shock and something softer, something that made the entire exhausting trip worth it.

gavi didn’t care that he was running on barely any sleep. didn’t care that hansi was definitely going to have words with him when he got back.

all that mattered was this.

seeing you. supporting you. the same way you always supported him.

when the match ended, when you won, you barely had time to process it before you were running toward him.

pedri sighed. ‘madre mia, she’s coming.’

‘shut up,’ gavi said, already standing.

and then you were in front of him, sweaty, exhausted, but so fucking happy.

‘what the hell are you doing here?’ you demanded, out of breath.

‘watching you win,’ he grinned, his voice filled with pride.

you shook your head, laughing. ‘you’re crazy.’

‘for you? always.’

and then, despite the cameras, despite the entire stadium watching, you threw your arms around him, hugging him so tight it knocked the breath from his lungs.

but he didn’t mind.

because this, this chaotic, impossible, beautiful life you had together, was worth everything.

[paucubarsisimp]

i was pondering upon what i could request and i have such a good req

okay so joao x barca femini player where they got tg during his time at barca, anyways since he’s on international break reader goes and surprises him at the match and he plays really badly until he sees her and yeah

ok now thinking of it it’s underwhelming but when it came to my mind it was good 💔

surprise

pairing: joão felix x reader

summary: in which you surprise your boyfriend by showing up at one of his matches

warnings: none

tagged: @barcapix, @universefcb, @nngkay, @joaosnovia, @ilovebarcaaaa, lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!

a/n: hey bby, i’m sorry this is so short. i’m js stressed about tests and i wanted to get this out for you but i can rewrite it again when i have more time!💗

it had been a crazy few months for joão. after his time at barcelona, he had spent a short stint at chelsea before being loaned to ac milan. the constant transition between teams and countries was starting to take a toll. but amidst all the changes, there was one thing that kept him grounded: you.

you, a standout player for barcelona femini, had your own busy schedule, and the distance between you and joão seemed to grow with each passing week. still, you tried to stay connected through calls, texts, and late-night chats, but nothing quite filled the void of being with him.

when you found out that joão’s national team match was taking place in denmark, you decided you couldn’t miss it. this was your chance to surprise him, to remind him that no matter where he was, you would always be there cheering him on. so, you secretly booked your trip and arrived in denmark, the cold air biting at your skin as you made your way to the stadium.

the game was set to kick off, and as the players took to the pitch, you found your seat in the stands. you didn’t want to distract him before the match, so you stayed low-key, hoping he wouldn’t spot you too soon. but as you watched him jog onto the field, you couldn’t help but feel that familiar ache in your chest. the distance between you both had been hard, and seeing him there, playing for his country, only made you miss him more.

the match began, and joão seemed off. hewasn’t playing like himself—his touch was heavy, his passes sloppy, and his frustration was evident. you could see him getting increasingly irritated with himself. you knew he was under a lot of pressure, trying to prove himself at ac milan, but this was different. he was clearly distracted, his mind elsewhere. the coach on the sideline was visibly frustrated, shouting instructions at him.

it was painful to watch, and your heart ached for him. you wanted to be there, to hold him, to tell him it was going to be okay. but all you could do was sit there and hope he would find his rhythm.

then, it happened.

joão glanced up, scanning the crowd as if looking for something. and that’s when his eyes locked onto you. for a brief moment, everything else on the pitch faded away. it was as if time had frozen. the noise of the crowd, the pressure of the game—it all melted into nothing. all he could see was you.

you were there. in denmark. just for him.

his heart skipped a beat, and suddenly, the fog that had clouded his game lifted. the frustration, the self-doubt—all of it vanished in an instant. he felt a surge of energy, the kind of clarity only you could bring him.

the very next moment, his game shifted. a quick pass to a teammate, a perfectly timed run, and then, a beautiful through ball that cut through the defense like a blade. before anyone could react, he was charging toward the goal. the keeper came out, but joão wasn’t fazed. with a calm finish, he slotted the ball into the net.

the crowd erupted, but joão didn’t celebrate with the usual wild gestures. no, this time, his eyes were immediately on you. there you were, smiling, your eyes full of pride. it was like nothing else mattered anymore.

without thinking, he ran toward the sideline, raising his arms in the air, but his focus never left you. when he reached the edge of the pitch, he blew you a kiss, his heart full of joy and relief. the smile on his face spoke volumes—he had needed you more than he realized.

you smiled back, your heart swelling with affection. he had done it. he was back in the game, and it was all because you were there.

as he jogged back into position, he glanced at you one more time, his eyes sparkling. the game was far from over, but in that moment, it felt like everything had fallen into place.

[merryslilhobbit]

Dando. The 2024 Edition.

Note: I was going to wait until New Year's Eve to post this but I think some people might appreciate it now.

Well this year definitely didn't turn out how I expected. But the Dando love held strong throughout. This is just a little reminder of some of their fabulous moments from this year.

January

Yes, Lando really went "I didn't like where I was holidaying, so I randomly rocked up at Daniel's farm that no one else has ever been to. We had a great time. I'm gonna talk about it at every opportunity. But it wasn't romantic."

Edit: Adding this beauty thanks to Martin G.

February

Whatever the hell this was. Definitely not padel.

March

Ricciardo t-shirt in Lando's video. Because even when they're not together, they're thinking of each other.

May

The Win. The Hug. The utter softness and love right there. They have such a soft spot for each other. Seriously though, the contrast between his hugs with other drivers that day and this one??? Killing me here boys!

Credit 1st 2: Mark Thompson

Bonus Monaco shot where they're inseparable. Again.

June

Behaving like children on the fan stage at Barcelona. Return of the gossip bus (though does it count as a return when they're always together on it?).

Plus Daniel having to touch Lando whenever in reach.

July

Hat signing pre-British gp. Dando fandom winning again. This was honestly so precious to me. I bet Lando still has that hat.

Credit: Peter Fox

August

"It was actually a really shit lap yesterday" at the Dutch GP. See that smile? That's Lando's special Daniel smile.

Plus some post-win congratulations in the Netherlands. And there it is again, that smile.

September

Baku. The One Where Lando Couldn't Resist.

Lando really felt the need to remind Daniel/everyone of how much he loves him by following up with this resurrection of the .jpg account a couple of days later. Team Daniel. Yes, yes he is.

I wasn't going to include this, because sad times, but ❤️

October

Daniel's first post-departure social media post. Of course he'd include Lando.

Lando arriving at COTA in what could only be a tribute to Daniel (you can't convince me otherwise) ❤️

Daniel's jpg account giving us the ♥️💔♥️, taken after his last race in Singapore.

December

Gone but not forgotten, Lando taking the opportunity to mention his man whenever possible. I confess that while this video did the rounds a few weeks ago, I'm not sure of its origin/date. So on that basis, and as I hadn't seen it before, I'm including it here.

In summary, love never dies.

And what the fuck happened on that farm?!

[pitchsidestories]

New Romantics (2) II Grace Clinton x Bronze!Reader

part 1 I masterlist I word count: 2485

summary: England looses at home and you feel like it's your fault, but your girlfriend Grace Clinton and your older sister Lucy Bronze are there for you. Despite that you've a decision to make which could change your life.

a/n: Hi, quite a few of you wanted to see a part 2 of this, we hope you enjoy it just as much as part 1. Plus, the oneshot was written before the announcement of Lucy Bronze leaving the club. 💔

The last bit of energy left your body once the game ended. You had been on a high with the English national team so this result was more than just disappointing. You felt deflated. Angry and sad and everything in between.

It was an important game that you just lost against France. It was in front of a home crowd and in front of your whole family. You wanted to disappear, not talk to anyone for some time.

Grace approached you when you were still standing on the pitch, scenes from the play replaying in front of your inner eye again and again. You losing the ball in a dangerous situation right in front the penalty area. Why did you not pass faster? Why did you not play a long ball out?

“Y/n? Your family is over there, let’s say hi to them…“ Graces voice was soft next to your ear.

She pointed to the stands but you refused to look. Tears welled up in your eyes at the mention of your family.

“I can’t. I disappointed them, Grace…“, you sniffed.

Grace gently took your hand into hers, rubbing circle with her thumb: “You didn’t. They’re your family, they’ll want to see you.“

You pulled back from her: “But I don’t want to see anyone right now.“

“Y/n.“, she said but you were already headed towards the changing rooms so you missed your Lucy approaching Grace with a frown.

“Where’s my sister, Grace? Our nephew and niece wanted to say hi to her.“

“She went to the changing rooms already.“, the young midfielder replied truthfully, but slightly hurt.

Without missing a beat, Lucy walked determinedly towards the players tunnel.

“Y/n!“ You winced as she called your name and slammed open the door.

You knew what would follow. And you really did not need a lecture right now.

“What?! Leave me alone, Lucia!“, you yelled at her, standing up from the wooden bench that you had been sitting on.

“No!“

You glared at each other for a moment until you finally gave in first. You sighed and whispered: “I can’t go back out there…“

“Our family is waiting. Mum and Dad want to see you.“

“They want to see me? After this game? The second goal for France was so my fault…“ Scepticism outweighed the disbelief in your voice.

Lucy rolled her eyes: “Can you calm down? This is not your first football game. Mistakes happen, there are ten of us on the field who are supposed to help you in these situations.“

“No but… It was in front of our family. And what if Sarina doesn’t call me up anymore after his?“, you asked. Your thoughts were running wild with your greatest fears.

“That’s just football, y/n.”, your older sister shrugged. In a more uplifting tone, she continued:” And Sarina was talking to mum earlier about how happy she was with your debut.”

“She did? Really?”, you looked up at her surprised.

“Of course she did. You played great except for that one second.”, Lucy answered, there was a softness to her voice now which wasn’t here before. The older defender knew what she was talking about, her career had a lot of highs and a few lows too and mistakes were made along the way. They were a part of the beautiful game.

“A second which mattered.”, you whispered heartbroken.

“This is like arguing with a wall.”, Lucy rolled her eyes.

Your brother entered the changing room, glancing at her amused:” Weird, she reminds me of your younger self.”

“I wasn’t like this at all!”, the Barcelona player protested.

“Yes, you were and are bad at loosing games.”, he reminded her.

“Lies.”, she spat out.

“You know it’s true.”, Jorge argued. The older sister wouldn’t agree to it, but her silence was enough for him. Lucy and you were in some ways more similar than you would admit. Sometimes it scared her how much you reminded her of her younger self she thought she let behind. The defender saw your insecurities, and ambition and saw her young adult reflected in your behaviour.

Right behind Jorge were your nephew and niece.

The little girl came to you, her face beaming:” Look auntie Grace gave me this.”

“What’s that?”, you asked her irritated.

“It’s for you. Gracie said to give it to you.”, she declared.

“Thanks. That’s sweet of her.”, you sighed.

“And she’s waiting.”, your niece stated seriously.

When she and her brother were born you were relieved because it meant you weren’t the youngest in the family anymore. But you also felt a responsibility, to be more grown up, be a good example for them.

“Uhm little one? Are you very sad that we lost?”, you questioned her cautiously.

“No, next game you’ll win.”, the little girl shook her head fiercely. There was a certainty in her voice which warmed your heart.

“The next game is against them again.”, you remembered.

“Then you can try again.”, she grinned at you.

“Hi, you two.”, Grace stopped in front of you nervously.

“Grace, hi.”, you greeted her.

“Can I give you a hug now or is it too early for that?”, your girlfriend wanted to know.

“No, I’m ready for a hug.”, you told her. A relieved smile was on her lips while she bent down to kiss you, before wrapping her strong warms around you.

“Thank you, Grace.”, you muttered gratefully, as you inhaled her familiar scent of warmth and home.

“You’re welcome.”, she replied.

“I think I needed that.”, you acknowledged.

Your girlfriend studied your face with worry: “You can always come to me, not only for hugs you know? I hate when you’re too hard on yourself.“

“I know. But it just feels like shit when you’re partly responsible when your team loses… during your debut too.“ You tried to avoid her gaze by looking down at your shoes.

“You already played once for England so it’s not really your debut, love…“

You sighed, obviously she was right. “You know what I mean. Playing from the start… at home.“

Grace nodded slowly: “Sorry, of course.“

“But everyone’s been nothing but nice to me and it feels all wrong!“, you complained. You blinked back a few tears.

Lucy appeared on your side again with a deadpan expression: “No, that’s just how a team sticks together.“

You slowly started to get frustrated with your sister. It seemed like she refused to understand your point of view.

“I just feel like I don’t deserve it, you know?“

“Oh I know.“, she replied and you paused for a second, surprised.

“Luce…“

She rolled her eyes once again: “Also Jorge had to remind me.“

“I’ll let you two talk alone, in peace.“, Grace said quietly, almost ducking out of the conversation.

Gratefully, you squeezed her hand: “Thank you, Grace.“ Turning back to Lucy, you continued: “He had to remind you of…?“

“That I was just like you when I was younger. I still hate losing obviously but I don’t dwell on my mistakes that long anymore.“, Lucy revealed reluctantly.

You considered your sister for a moment: “How did you do it?“

“Losing and losing and losing again.“

“What? Really?“, you asked.

Lucy nodded solemnly: “Yes, one day you’ll get it.“

With a small smile you noted: “Also Graces hugs are helping.“

“Of course they are.“ Another eye roll, a defense mechanism as you knew.

You grinned: “Hey, do I have to remind you of Ona comforting you after the lost World Cup Final?“

“Shut up.��

“Never.“

Lucy grimaced, sticking out her tongue: “Be nice or I’ll make you rewatch your failure again!“

“Nooo.“, you drawled with a laugh.

Bickering with your sister always made you feel better.

“Don’t fight. I already missed her smile.“ Grace had reappeared with a kiss on your cheek.

Lucy shrugged: “That’s how you show love in the Tough-Bronze household, Grace!“

“That doesn’t sound very pleasant.“, Grace wrinkled her nose.

You took you girlfriends hand in yours: “Let’s leave, Grace.“

“Okay.“, she complied happily.

“Fine, but say hi to our parents!“, your sister called after you.

“I’ll!“

“Good girl!“

“Hi, everyone.”, you waved at your mum and dad, unsure what else to do.

“Hello y/n. We’re so proud of you.”, your mum hugged you, and pressed a kiss to your heated cheek.

“Thanks, mum.”, you answered quietly.

“The next time you’ll win against the French, I can feel it in my bones.”, your dad winked at you, he hoped this would make you smile, because he hated to see his children especially his youngest sad.

“Your granddaughter thinks so too.”, you responded with a small smile.

“And she must know it, trust me.”, your brother hummed.

“We’ll see next week.”, you said earnestly.

The next day you felt nervous. Sarina Wiegman has asked to have a conversation with and even though you remembered Lucys words from yesterday where she said that the England Coach was full of praise about you in front of your mum, there was a little voice inside your head telling you it must be bad news from her.

“Ah, thanks for coming y/n, sit down.”, Sarina looked up delighted, nodding into the empty chair opposite from where she was sitting.

Like you expected the Dutch woman came straight to the point, leaving all the nice English necessities at the door:” When you were involved in the own goal, you were not mentally in the game, right? You seemed distracted for a second.”

“Yes, I promise this won’t happen again. To be honest I was thinking about an offer I got.”, you promptly confessed. There was no use in being dishonest in front of Sarina who with her glasses seem to look straight into your heart.

“I see.. if you want to talk about it.”, she offered kindly.

“Sorry, I haven’t told anyone yet, first I thought it was a joke.”, you continued, feeling the weight of your shoulders getting a little less now that you were speaking the truth.

“I think you haven’t seen how much you’ve improved over the past few months. I’m sure whatever offer it’s, it wasn’t a joke.”, she remarked thoughtfully.

“It’s Barcelona.”, you retorted hastily.

“This is a big step.”, the Blonde observed.

“It’s but I’m not sure if I’m ready for that yet.”, you admitted truthfully.

“I trust that you’ll figure out what’s best for you, you’re still young.”, the Dutch reminded you warmly.

“But my family, friends and girlfriend are in England.”, you listed your personal reasons for a stay in London.

“Maybe you should talk to them about it. You need to get this out of your head.”, Sarina suggested.

“I’ll start with Grace and then Lucy.”, you decided.

You wanted to talk to your girlfriend about it as soon as possible, so when you both were getting ready to got bed, you chose to open up.

“Gracie?“

“Yes?“, she replied, slipping into her PJs.

“Can we talk? You might want to sit down for it…“ You grimaced, this sounded unnecessary dramatic.

Grace paused for a moment, taken aback but she quickly caught herself.

“Oh, sure. What is it?“ She sat down cross-legged on the mattress.

You could not look at her. “Barcelona offered me a contract.“

“Oh, wow. That’s amazing for you, babe.“, you heard your girlfriend say happily.

You looked up at her in confusion. Did she not hear you? Or did she not understand what that meant?

“Yes, but… you wouldn’t mind?“

Your girlfriend watched you with soft eyes: “We’re both football players, I know what it means to be able to play for Barcelona. If you want to go, I’ll support you. We can make it work.“

It was hard to find words for what you were feeling after hearing these words from her.

You swallowed around the lump in your throat: “You’re the best, Grace.“

“Don’t even worry about it.“, she smiled.

“I love you.“

“I love you too.“

After your surprisingly successful talk with Grace, you decided to keep the conversation more casual with your sister.

You were on your way to the stadium for the second match against France when you dropped into the seat next to Lucy: “Luce?“

She gave you an annoyed look, she was currently in a video call with her girlfriend.

“Since when are you sitting next to me? Scared of the game?“, she teased.

“Not about the game, it’s about an offer I got…“

Your sister perked up, ignoring Ona on the screen. You knew she was silent to eavesdrop on the conversation.

“An offer, huh?“

“Yes, Grace said she would support me going there.“, you smiled innocently.

Lucy frowned: “Where is it?“

“Barcelona…“

“What?! Of course you’re taking that offer!“, she commanded, her voice a bit too loud.

You grimaced uncomfortably: “What if I’m not good enough, Lucy?“

She shook her head with reassuring calmness: “They wouldn’t want you if you weren’t.“

“True… so you wouldn’t mind me joining your team?“

A smirk appeared on your sisters face: “I would force you to if I could.“

“Alright but I might have move in with Ona and you for a couple of days until I have an apartment.“, you smiled at her.

“Don’t worry, we’ll survive.“, she shrugged.

Ona called from Lucys phone screen: “My favourite Bronzey will move to Barca?! I’m so excited!“

“Me too, Oni.“, you grinned back at her while Lucy angled her phone towards you.

“Excuse me?!“, Lucy asked her girlfriend in mock offense.

“Can’t wait to see you again and meet the team soon… but we got a game to win now.“, you told Ona.

Lucy took the phone back and with an apologetic shrug said into the camera: “You heard her.“

“I did. Waiting patiently for your return, amor.“, Ona waved her goodbye through the phone.

You wrinkled your nose, looking at your sister: “Disgusting.“

Lucy just elbowed you in the side for your comment and told Ona: “I’ll be back before you know it. With or without my sister.“

She warningly raised an eyebrow, making sure you understood her threat but instead you just burst out in giggles.

The relief you felt after your talks lasted throughout the game. This topic stopped weighing your game down, your were back to your usual self and profited from a change of tactics.

It was a much better game that you won 2:1.

You jumped into Grace arms once the game was over. “We won, Grace!“

“You had an amazing game!“, your girlfriend cheered, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You basically vibrated with excitement. Wrapping your arms around her neck, you kissed her on the lips in front of the whole stadium.

Lucy stood to the side, watching this display with her arms crossed in front of her chest. She smirked at her coach who stood right beside her: “Young love, eh?“

“She’s not staying, right?“, Sarina asked.

“No but their love can handle this.“

Your feedback is always appreciated. <3

[rwshfordgirl]

"I HOPE THEY LIKE ME."

all images were taken from pinterest.

where he meets her parents for the first time.

pairing: hector fort x reader!

a/n: the last one 💔 i feel like i could have developed it more but i hope you like it.

𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬

"Cariño, you look good in anything." I said looking at my cell phone screen watching Hector try to choose an outfit. "I just want to make a good impression." He said as he changed his shirt for the thousandth time.  "Just wear the clothes you normally wear, my parents don't care about that." I tried to calm him down.

My parents know who Hector is, I just don't know if they remember him, but we studied together in the early years of school. We weren't close, but we stayed together because of our friendships. I lost contact with him when I moved to Valencia because my grandmother had become ill and my mother decided it was best for us to stay close to her, and she certainly wouldn't live in Barcelona even if you offered her all the money in the world.

So I spent four years there, I would come to Barcelona every now and then to sort things out with my parents but I didn't stay for long. I remember when I left, my friends organized a farewell snack after school, it felt like I was going to the other side of the world. And my favorite memory of that day is Hector saying, "I'm going to miss you so much, don't forget me." And I replayed that phrase in my head every day before I went to sleep.

Until I got back to Barcelona, I went with some friends to a birthday party for someone I didn't know and do you know what was the first thing I saw? Hector Fort, leaning against the wall and laughing uncontrollably at something his friends had said to him. He stopped laughing when he saw me, waved and came walking towards me excitedly, the huge smile on his face almost made me fall apart. "Why didn't you tell me you were back?" he said hugging me.

That hug changed my life. After that we spent the night talking, every detail about how our lives had changed was shared. Before I knew it, I was already going to Barcelona games, I sent him good luck messages and worst of all, I lied to my parents every time I met him. 

But it was on a random Wednesday where I was sitting on the couch watching a movie with my mother, I opened my cell phone, went into the gallery and turned the phone towards her. "Your son-in-law." She almost spat out the water she was drinking. "Seriously? Why haven't I met him yet? Why hasn't he come here yet?" Later that day, my father came to my room. "Your mother told me about Hector." I smiled, but the tone in his voice was serious and I felt apprehensive "I'm only accepting this relationship because he's one of ours! Visca el Barca." He made me laugh and then closed the bedroom door.

"You're coming to my house on the 15th, don't forget." I sent him an audio message. "Why? Are your parents going to be there?" He replied by text and then sent me a playful photo, but I could already feel that Fort was nervous from the start. "Yes boy, they want to meet you."

Hector arrived about forty minutes after the video call, I was waiting for him on the porch. "I told you you looked beautiful either way." I kissed him as he approached, in his hands he had a bag and a bouquet of flowers. "I'll give you your present later." he said as he held out his hand to me. I gently pulled him into the house, my mother was finishing the food in the kitchen and my father was watching the news in the living room.

"I hope they like me." he commented and I smiled without showing my teeth, I gave him a little kiss on the cheek. "it's impossible not to like you." I replied. My father looked at us when he saw us approaching, he promptly stood up smiling and already offering his hand to my boyfriend. "Hector Fort in my house, what a privilege!" he said and I felt Fort's cheeks blush "Thank you for having me, sir! I was looking forward to meeting you." Fort was so nervous, I wanted to hug him "We've only heard good things about you! I hope you and my daughter work out." my father patted him on the shoulder.

My mother appeared in the room all happy, she greeted Hector with a tight hug. "Make yourself at home." she told him.  The player gave her the bouquet and an autographed Barcelona shirt to my father, and I knew that he had won my parents' hearts. My mother loves flowers and my father loves Barcelona.

"My brother-in-law just lost his position as favorite son-in-law to you." I commented before giving him a peck on the lips. "He's going to hate me." Hector commented. "I told you it's impossible not to like you."

[kathlare]

first steps

Lando Norris x Amelie Dayman

Summary: Amelie and Rodrigo’s growing connection takes a step forward after a quiet, intimate evening in Munich.

Wordcount: 1.4 k

Warnings: none

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September 13th, 2022 - Munich, Germany

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barcelonawagsgossip: Maybe the rumors are true after all… 🤔👀 Amelie Dayman spotted at tonight’s Barcelona vs Bayern game. Word on the street is she was seen leaving with none other than Rodrigo Riquelme himself. Could it be that the couple we’ve all been hearing about is finally making things official? 🔥

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barcafam99: WAIT, AMELIE AND RODRIGO?! I’m SHOOCKED 🤯🔥 → wagsqueen22: @barcafam99 Right?! This is giving exclusive vibes. 😏💘

soccerfanatic_77: Nah, not her leaving with him after the game. My heart’s in shambles 💔 → ameliedaymanfan: @soccerfanatic_77 SAME, but can you blame her? Rodrigo is a whole snack. 😩🍫

footballgossipfan: I knew it!! The way these two have been moving in silence… 👀

barcelonista24: I need MORE. This is too much to process in one night. 😭

checoperezfan: Oh so now we know what’s going on behind the scenes… 😬 → barcelonawagsgossip: @checoperezfan Yup, seems like this one’s been brewing for a while. 🌡️💘

futbolqueen22: I’m just saying, Rodrigo looks way happier than the last time I saw him… 😏

ameliedaymanfan01: Tbh I’m just glad to see her happy again. 🙌 → wagsfanclub: @ameliedaymanfan01 SAME. She deserves all the good vibes, tbh. ✨💖

soccerbabe23: Amelie really out here locking it down with Rodrigo 😮💅 → futbolqueen88: @soccerbabe23 honestly? She’s ALWAYS been made for this WAG life. 😂🔥

alexawolves: Hmm, wasn’t this like... just rumors like last week? 🙄

barcelonagossipgirl: Y’all really acting like this was a surprise. She’s always been in the mix 🤭

hatersgonnahate44: This is just a PR stunt. Can’t believe people are buying this. 🙄 → amelieislove: @hatersgonnahate44 Lmaooo you wish. They’re legit cute together, relax. 😏

chelseafan18: WAG alert Amelie really just jumped straight into that life 💀 → futbolfan11: @chelseafan18 And why not? She's owning it 👑

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Amelie adjusted the straps of her bag, glancing at Rodrigo as they left the restaurant. The soft hum of conversation and clinking glasses faded as the door closed behind them, leaving the chilly Munich air to greet them. She pulled her coat tighter around herself as they stepped out into the night. Rodrigo’s hand brushed against hers, the brief touch sending an unexpected flutter through her chest.

—Want me to drop you at your hotel?— Rodrigo asked, his voice soft but with a hint of something unspoken.

Amelie nodded, smiling. —Yeah, that sounds good.—

They made their way to the car, the city lights reflecting off the sleek black vehicle. Rodrigo opened the door for her, offering a quick smile before getting in on the driver’s side. They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the evening’s events hanging in the air. Barcelona had just lost 2-0 to Bayern, and although Amelie wasn’t part of the team, she could feel the tension lingering in Rodrigo’s mood.

—Sorry about the game,— Amelie said, trying to ease the quiet that had settled between them. —I know it wasn’t the result you wanted.—

Rodrigo exhaled, running a hand through his dark hair. —It’s part of the game,— he said, his tone matter-of-fact. —We’ll bounce back.—

Amelie could tell he was trying to stay positive, but the disappointment was still there, hidden behind his calm exterior. She glanced out the window, her thoughts drifting as the car moved through the city streets.

As they neared her hotel, the silence between them felt more comfortable now. Amelie could sense the growing connection between them—something light but unmistakably real. It was still new, still in that stage where everything felt like a first: first dinner, first quiet car ride, first moments spent together in the glow of a shared experience. Even the awkward moments felt warm, like something they could laugh about later.

Rodrigo slowed the car as they reached the hotel entrance, pulling to a stop. He turned to her, a small smile on his lips.

—Here we are,— he said, his voice gentle. —You want me to walk you up?—

Amelie hesitated for a second. It wasn’t that she minded being alone or that she couldn’t get to her suite on her own—it was more about the feeling that lingered between them. The pull of something not yet defined, but undeniably there.

—Yeah, I’d like that,— she said, returning his smile.

Rodrigo got out first, opening the door for her, and they walked side by side into the hotel lobby. The low hum of people talking and the soft clink of keys at the reception desk were distant noises as they made their way to the elevator. Amelie felt her heart beat a little faster as the doors closed behind them. The quiet ride up felt intimate—like time was moving in slow motion just for them.

When they reached her suite, Rodrigo followed her to the door, his hand hovering near the handle but not quite touching it. Amelie turned to him, her eyes locking onto his, and for a moment, neither of them moved.

Rodrigo’s gaze softened, a mixture of warmth and something deeper.

—Amelie,— he began, his voice barely above a whisper, —I just... I’ve really enjoyed tonight. You’re... you’re something special.—

She smiled, her own heart skipping a beat. —Thanks, Rodrigo. I’ve had a great time, too.—

The words hung in the air for a moment, and before she could say anything more, Rodrigo stepped closer, his hand reaching up to gently cup her face. The gesture was slow, deliberate, like he was giving her the chance to pull away if she wanted to.

But Amelie didn’t pull away.

Instead, she closed the distance between them, and before either of them could second guess it, Rodrigo leaned in. His lips were soft but insistent, pressing gently against hers. The kiss was electric, just a simple press of lips, but it felt like everything at once. Her breath caught in her throat as she closed her eyes, losing herself in the sensation.

When they finally pulled back, Rodrigo’s face was inches from hers. His eyes were wide, as if surprised by the intensity of the moment.

—I should’ve... asked first, I... I’m sorry,— he stammered, his words tumbling out in a rush.

Amelie interrupted him before he could continue, reaching up to place her fingers on his lips.

—Don’t apologize, Rodrigo,— she whispered, her voice barely audible. Then, without thinking, she kissed him again, more firmly this time, as if to erase any doubts he might have had.

When they broke apart again, this time Amelie’s fingers lingered on his chest, her palm resting against his shirt. She looked up at him, her heart pounding in her chest. The weight of the moment felt lighter now, like something had clicked into place.

Rodrigo gave her a slow, almost amused smile. —I guess we’re on the same track, huh?— he said, his voice low and sincere.

Amelie nodded, a small laugh escaping her lips. —Yeah, I think so.—

It wasn’t the declaration of a grand, sweeping love. It wasn’t even a promise of anything more. But in that moment, Amelie knew one thing for sure—whatever this was, they were both on the same page, both moving in the same direction.

Rodrigo’s eyes darkened slightly, his smile never fading. —Well, I guess I’ll let you go then. But I’m really glad you’re here, Amelie.—

—Me too,— she whispered back, her voice soft and warm. —Goodnight, Rodrigo.—

As he turned to leave, Amelie watched him go, the quiet buzz of her heart still echoing in her chest. It was funny, she thought. She had never really expected to feel like this again—like she was standing at the edge of something new, something uncertain. But with Rodrigo, it was easy. She wasn’t sure where they were headed, but she knew she was ready to find out.

As the door clicked shut behind her, Amelie leaned against it for a moment, her thoughts scattered but her heart light. Maybe this was what she needed. Maybe this was exactly where she was supposed to be.

And with that, she finally allowed herself to smile, her fingers brushing her lips where his had just been.

[cher-rei]

gavi long distance + secret relationship smau??? if you do end up writing this can you please tag me

in between— pablo gavi smau [ P.G ]

pairing: pablo gavi x fem!reader

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notes: this one actually broke me a little, like it wasn't even that deep so why am I sad for them😭😭💔 @weekendlusting (translated spanish!!)

isa.bella

liked by pablogavi and 678 876 others

isa.bella cerca de allí... ✈️💌 (nearly there...)

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user you're so pretttyyy I'm going insane

user travel vlog time!! it's been a hot minute

bsf.name ¿adónde esta vez? 😉 (where to this time?) [liked by isa.bella]

→ isa.bella ¿¿dónde más?? (where else?)

user are we collectively going to ignore gavi in her likes...? [liked by isa.bella]

isa.bella

liked by pedri and 762 123 others

isa.bella hogar📍 (home)

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user ahhh she's back in barcelona !!

pedri mucho tiempo sin verte😊 (long time no see) [liked by isa.bella]

→ isa.bella estoy muy feliz de estar de vuelta hermano (I'm so happy to be back bro)

pablogavi me encantan las flores🌷 (I love the flowers) [liked by isa.bella]

→ isa.bella gracias, mi novio me lo consiguió. (thanks, my boyfriend got them for me)

pablogavi

liked by ferminlopez and 987 182 122 others

pablogavi mi lugar favorito 💕 (my favourite place)

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ferminlopez ¿te perdiste la noche de juegos por esto? (you missed game night for this?)

→ pablogavi cualquier día (anyday)

user bro has the whole of twitter trying to figure out who this is??

user shut up gavi said it's his cousin😭😭

user we're about to pull up like the fbi. I need anything at this rate

isa.bella

liked by bsf.name and 563 122 others

isa.bella noche de cita 🍿🌙 (date night)

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user you have a boyfriend??

user guys she's wifed up, what do we do😭

user I wanted to say that he looks kinda familiar but I'm probably tripping due to the shock

user if you need me I'll be getting my P.I on this

→ user I'll be waiting for the twitter thread

pablogavi

liked by ferrantorres and 986 299 224 others

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pablogavi 🤍

ferrantorres disfrútalo mientras dure hermano 😂 (enjoy it while it lasts bro)

→ pablogavi por favor no me lo recuerdes 😭 (please don't remind me)

pedri ahora vas a estar deprimido por los próximos 5 meses. de nuevo. (now you're going to be depressed for the next 5 months. again.) [liked by pablogavi]

user oh yeah this is so his cousin

user I bet my right kidney that it's @isa.bella

→ user wait... that actually makes sense

→ user guys it's just his cousin pleaaseeee. this boy does not have the time for relationships

user where's the twitter thread girl??

isa.bella

liked by bsf.name and 568 297 988 others

isa.bella me acaban de recordar que me iré pronto. voy a vomitar (just got reminded that i'm leaving soon. i'm going to throw up)

user hold up 😃

user didn't ferran say something about gavi having to enjoy his last few days???

→ user bro I'm gonna fjdjdjdj

user ain't no way. I don't believe it

user the twitter thread is being made!! my P.I is working overtime

isa.bella

liked by bsf.name and 766 976 976 others

isa.bella vale, se acabó la broma, quiero recuperar a mi novio. 😃💔 (okay the joke's over, I want my boyfriend back.)

bsf.name solo 5 meses más nena 😫 (just 5 more months babe)

→ isa.bella déjame en paz estoy de duelo 🥲 (leave me alone, im grieving)

user nooooo my favourite couple

user I've been so invested in this relationship the past few weeks. my heart is actually breaking rn 😭💔

user not the long distance relationship 😭

user someone check gavi's insta!!!

pablogavi

liked by pedri and 873 828 282 others

pablogavi hora de reiniciar la cuenta regresiva 🥲 (time to restart the countdown)

user shut up the screenshot of their text!! I'm crying I can't do this

user me and who...?

pedri al menos esto te motiva a jugar bien 😭 (at least this gives you motivation to play well) [liked by pablogavi]

user the twitter thread is up!!

user bro beat the cousin allegations

[isacksteban]

Congrats on the 800 omg!!! Maybe bit of whumpy strollonso where fernando got into massive crash and lance has to be the one rescuing him?

We got plenty of fics where lance is the one getting injured and i think we need to swap it once in a while.

800 followers celebration

so sorry this took me ages to write 💔 she's here now!!

Fernando and Lance were thrilled to have their home race weekends back-to-back. It wasn’t just the excitement of racing on familiar ground, but the opportunity to share these moments with their five-year-old son, Nikola.

For Fernando, the Spanish Grand Prix was more than just a race; it was a homecoming steeped in pride and tradition. He had spent years honing his craft on Spanish circuits, and to now stand as one of the sport's most revered figures, with Nikola by his side, felt deeply fulfilling. Lance, meanwhile, was eager to introduce his son to the Canadian Grand Prix, a race that had shaped his childhood dreams. He vividly remembered standing in awe as a young boy, watching his heroes race at Circuit Gilles Villeneuve. Now, he had the chance to create similar memories for Nikola.

Both fathers had made a point of involving Nikola in their racing world, and these two weekends were the perfect opportunity to immerse him fully. They envisioned him soaking in the electric atmosphere of the paddock, waving at fans, and sitting in the Aston Martin garage, wide-eyed as he watched his fathers compete — though they weren't sure exactly how invested a five-year-old could be. For Lance and Fernando, these two weeks were as much about creating lasting family memories as they were about securing strong finishes on the track. It was a chance to blend their roles as racers and parents, sharing their passion for Formula 1 with the person who meant the most to them, their son.

Aston Martin had embraced Fernando and Lance's dynamic from the moment Fernando signed with the team, recognizing the unique bond that set them apart both on and off the track. Their partnership wasn’t just professional; it was a family affair, and Nikola’s bright smile often became a fixture in the paddock. The young boy was a natural charmer, bringing warmth to the ever stressfull world of Formula 1, and the Aston Martin crew doted on him as if he were their own.

As the Spanish Grand Prix weekend kicked off, Nikola was dressed in a custom Aston Martin race suit with "Stroll-Diaz" stitched across his hip, a gift from the team. Fernando couldn’t help but grin as his son proudly showed it off to anyone who would look.

“Do I look like you, Papa?” Nikola asked, twirling to give Fernando a full view.

Fernando crouched down, fixing the collar of the tiny suit. “You look even better than Papa,” he said, moving his hand to wipe off chocolate residue from his son's chin. “You’re the real star this weekend.”

The energy at the Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya was electric. The grandstands were filled with Spanish flags, and chants of “¡Vamos, Fernando!” echoed through the air. Nikola clung to Lance’s hand as they made their way through the paddock, his wide eyes taking in the bustling atmosphere.

“Papa, why is everyone shouting your name?” Nikola asked, tilting his head toward Fernando.

“Because they’re excited to see Papa race,” Fernando replied with a smile, kneeling to his son’s level. “But I think they’re even more excited to see you.”

Nikola giggled, and Lance ruffled his hair. “Don’t let him get too full of himself, Nik. You might have to sign more autographs than him.”

On race day, Nikola sat in the garage alongside the Aston Martin crew, headphones perched over his small ears and his grandpa Lawrence by his side. His gaze was glued to the monitors as he watched Fernando and Lance maneuver their cars with surgical precision. Every time Fernando overtook another driver, Nikola cheered, his excitement infectious.

“Go, Papa! Go faster!” he exclaimed, bouncing in his seat.

Fernando finished the race in third place, much to the delight of the home crowd, while Lance secured a strong points finish in fifth. As the team celebrated back at the Aston Martin motorhome, Fernando hoisted Nikola onto his shoulders, eliciting a round of cheers from the crew.

“Papa, so high up!” Nikola giggled, gripping Fernando’s hair for balance.

“That’s because we’re celebrating,” Fernando said, spinning around as Nikola laughed. “And you’re part of the team too, so you get to celebrate with us.”

“¡Fernando! ¡Fernando!” the team chanted, raising glasses of sparkling water and champagne. Nikola joined in, his voice louder than anyone’s.

Lance leaned against a table, watching his family with a soft smile. “Looks like you’ve got some competition for fan favorite,” he teased.

Fernando grinned up at Nikola. “I don’t mind. He can have it.”

The night ended with Nikola fast asleep in Lance’s arms, clutching a small Spanish flag someone had given him earlier that day. For Fernando, the day was everything he could have hoped for — a podium finish, the adoration of his home crowd, and his family by his side. It was a memory he knew they’d cherish forever.

Two weeks later, the family touched down in Montreal for Lance’s home race. The city embraced them with warmth — a new but exciting feeling for Lance — and Nikola was thrilled to explore Canada with his fathers. However, the race weekend promised a stark contrast to the sunny skies of Spain. Rain loomed ominously over Circuit Gilles Villeneuve the whole weekend they got to spend there.

By race day, the weather had deteriorated into torrential downpours. The track was slick with standing water, and visibility was minimal. Lance and Fernando, like many drivers, questioned the conditions during the formation lap, but the FIA gave the green light to race.

From the start, it was chaos. Cars skidded, DRS was disabled, and drivers wrestled their machines for control. Despite the treacherous conditions, Fernando was in a strong position, utilizing his years of experience. Lance, too, managed to stay steady, though the danger was palpable.

On lap 35, disaster struck. The rain had intensified to a near deluge, and the track was now more waterlogged than ever. As Fernando navigated the hairpin, his Aston Martin hit a deep patch of standing water. The car aquaplaning violently, spinning out of control. Despite Fernando’s years of experience and quick reflexes, there was nothing he could do to regain control.

The car careened off the slick tarmac, slamming nose-first into the barriers. The impact was horrific, the force of it ripping off the front wing, shaking the chassis, and sending shards of carbon fiber flying across the track. The protective halo held firm, but the sheer violence of the crash left the garage in stunned silence.

“Red flag! Red flag!” came the frantic calls over the team radios, but it was too late for Fernando.

In his own car further down the track, Lance immediately slowed, his heart pounding as he caught the aftermath on a trackside screen. The sight of Fernando’s wrecked car, crumpled and steaming against the barrier, made his breath hitch. He could hear the urgency in his own race engineer's voice, but his focus was elsewhere.

"Fernando, Fernando are you okay?!" Fernando's radio crackled desperately, but there was no response.

The marshals and medics began moving, but to Lance, it was agonizingly slow. The rain obscured everything, and he could tell from years of racing experience that this crash was bad — worse than anything Fernando had been through since he raced for Mchonda. Without a second thought, Lance made a decision.

“I’m stopping,” Lance said firmly over the radio, ignoring the protests from his engineer.

“Lance, you can’t just—”

He killed the feed before they could finish. Lance pulled his car over onto the runoff area just past the hairpin, jumped out, and sprinted toward the wreck despite the pouring rain and chaos around him.

“Stroll, what the hell are you doing?!” one of the marshals yelled as he approached, but Lance didn’t slow down.

“He just slammed face first into the barriers and you're the only marshal that has managed to get here.” Lance shouted back, his voice breaking. “Move!”

The sight up close was worse than Lance had feared. Fernando’s car was mangled, the front end completely caved in. He could see Fernando’s helmet, tilted to the side, but there was no movement. Lance’s heart thundered in his chest as he gripped the side of Fernando’s car. Rain streaked down his face, mingling with the tears he didn’t realize were falling. He screamed Fernando’s name, pounding on the crumpled cockpit, desperate for a response.

And then, as if on autopilot, his mind took over.

He rushed to unbuckle to driver and disconnect his helmet from the car, his hands steady despite the chaos around him. He could see Fernando slumped against the seat, unconscious but breathing. His own strength felt limitless as he reached in, unfastened the straps, and gently pulled Fernando out, cradling him in his arms.

“You’re okay,” Lance whispered, his voice trembling with relief. “I’ve got you, Nando. I’ve got you.”

He carried Fernando through the rain, ignoring the shouting marshals and the chaos surrounding them. Everything else faded away — the roaring engines, the downpour, even the burning wreckage of the car. All that mattered was getting Fernando to safety.

Lance heard the crowd erupting in cheers as he reached the ambulance, medics rushing to take Fernando from him. He refused to let go at first, his protective instincts overwhelming. But Fernando stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open, and he gave Lance a faint, reassuring smile.

“Lance,” Fernando croaked. “I love you.”

The words hit Lance like a lifeline, grounding him in the moment. He gripped Fernando’s hand, tears spilling freely now, his chest tight with relief.

But then, the image shattered.

Reality came rushing back, and Lance blinked, disoriented. The rain was gone, replaced by the sterile white walls of a hospital room. He looked down to find Nikola curled up on his lap, fast asleep, his tiny hands clutching a toy car. Lance’s cheeks were damp with tears he didn’t remember shedding.

“Lance?” a soft voice broke through his haze. It was a tan brunette woman, a nurse — he assumed — her expression kind but concerned. “Are you alright?”

Lance didn’t respond immediately. He looked around, his heart sinking as he realized Fernando wasn’t there. The weight of what had happened pressed down on him, and his mind raced with unanswered questions. Was Fernando okay? Had they gotten him out in time?

Nikola stirred in his lap, mumbling softly before blinking up at Lance with wide, innocent eyes. “Dad?” he asked, his voice small and confused. “Why are you crying?”

Lance swallowed hard, brushing a hand through Nikola’s messy hair. “I… I’m okay, buddy,” he said, though his voice wavered. “Dad's just… tired.”

“Is Papa okay?” Nikola asked, his gaze searching Lance’s face for answers — trusting him more than anyone in the world.

Lance’s throat tightened, and he couldn’t bring himself to respond. Instead, he hugged Nikola close, pressing a kiss to his son’s temple as fresh tears welled up. He didn’t know how to explain his fears, his guilt, the haunting image of Fernando’s car crumpled against the barriers.

The nurse placed a gentle hand on Lance’s shoulder. “He’s stable,” she said softly, as if reading his mind. “The doctors are with him now.”

Lance closed his eyes, his breath hitching. Relief flooded through him, but it didn’t erase the ache in his chest. He held Nikola tighter, unsure if he could do this without Fernando.

[hugejk]

Reader coming to his game and pablo just loves it so much. In an interview he talks about that she is there and etc.

not gonna proofread bc i’m extremely high rn

also this lil blurb is gonna take place in pre-season 🙈

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It was a sunny day in los angeles, the local stadium was packed with people. Sitting near the pitch with your friends, you were sipping on a mix of lemonade and sweet tea. After a while of talking the barcelona players came out. Checking your phone you realized that it was almost kick-off.

you must’ve been talking so much that you didn’t realize the text your boyfriend sent before the match started.

esposo🤍:

heading out now 😊🫶🏽

you looked up to see the players warming up, seeing pablo talking with one of his teammates while stretching. You couldn’t help but think about how much you loved him. Often you guys would refer to each other was husband and wife. You knew pablo for most of your teenage years, but got with him 3 years ago.

The first half of the game was looking tough, as the other team scored. But you knew barca would come back. As you waited for second half to start you decided to check your phone as you haven’t checked it since kick off. Nothing was very new, a few notifications from some useless app.

As second half started, you were only focused on your boyfriend, trying to follow him with your eyes whenever possible.

*little timeskip*

as the match came to an end, barca was able to tie the game. It was the first match of the preseason, so there were interviewers everywhere, talking to the players about the upcoming season. You were waiting on pablo to finish up his interview so you could talk to him.

*time skip again bc i’m lazy*

as you entered your shared home with pablo, you heading to the kitchen as you haven’t ate in hours, pablo heading for the shower. You made a bowl of cereal as it was the easiest and quickest option. Pulling your phone out and seeing all the texts from your friends about pablo’s interview.

the chipettes 🐿️❤️:

f/n: y/n did you see pablo’s interview yet? 🥹

f/n2: you need to look at it right now!!! 😭🫶🏽

confused, you opened twitter knowing you could easily find it on there. after a while of scrolling you found it on some fan account.

“gavi, did you have any support from anyone out here today? Like family, friends, maybe a girlfriend?”

“i had alot of support out here today, my family, friends, the fans, but nothing compares to my girlfriends support here today.”

you blushed a bit listening to the interview, you and pablo didn’t really announce anything about you guys. He didn’t want to put all that stress on you especially with some of those fangirls. The fans knew he was possibly dating someone, but never really knew.

“Wow pablo gavi has a girlfriend? Who is the special woman?”

“i’ve had a girlfriend for a while but never confirmed it, but she’s like my other half, she just gets me and always makes me happy” pablo said with a slight smile on his face.

“what is your favorite thing about her?”

“my favorite thing? hard to say…my favorite thing about her is probably how she is just so happy all the time. I get mad easily i think everyone knows that, but she can just calm me down so easily. Like fire and water”

Hearing him say these words about you just made you feel like the most luckiest girl on the world.

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A/N: srry this was so short and like kinda dry 😭 currently trying to write more but it’s a lil hard 💔👎

[myysaints]

°˖ ⊹ ꒰ YT22 ꒱ HAPPY ACCIDENTS ─ YUKI TSUNODA

YUKI TSUNODA x f!gf!reader

⌗︙・ summary — yuki tries to soft-launch your relationship at the miami GP, but things don't exactly go according to plan...

genre — social media au

notes — apologies for the delayed upload, school has been a bitch to deal with 😭 i basically only had time to work on this in between exams and projects, hence why it's set around the miami gp (because that's when i started working on it fghafhsd). also i'm STILL MAD that yuki was out of points solely because of that (imo) undeserved penalty in barcelona... but... sigh. anyways here's the awaited yuki fic, hope u enjoy!

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PRE-RACE INTERVIEW WITH: YUKI TSUNODA | MIAMI GRAND PRIX 2023

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🏷  yukitsunoda0511

alphataurif1  Miami dump with Yuki and a certain someone special 😉🤫

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yourusername  the third pic my gosh 😭 your hair!!!

yukitsunoda0511  😅❤️ alphataurif1  Windswept Yuki is the best Yuki!

tripodgasly  when we said feed us crumbs we didn’t mean literally 😭😭😭 GIVE US MOREEEEE!!!!!

chuckeleclerc  that height difference omlllllll cant believe yuki actually found someone shorter than him LOL

alexalbono  HELP THAT WAS SO UNCALLED FOR 💀💀 chuckeleclerc  NO IT WAS A COMPLIMENT 😭 theyre super cute 🫶🫶

yourusername  wow this guy’s gorgeous, is he single by any chance?

yukitsunoda0511  Nope 😂😂 I love my girlfriend ���️ yourusername  blushing screaming throwing up rn yukiiifan22  omg??

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yourusername  in miamiiiiii with my boyyyyyy 🫶 honestly it was a miracle that i got yuki in the water after daniel’s little stunt…

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yourbestfriend  looking HAWTTT 🔥 my favourite f1 wag confirmed #teamyukiy/n

yourusername  thank god my account is still private because you’re embarrassing asf 🙄 yourbestfriend  you know you love me

danielricciardo  Should’ve been there to see his face when I pushed him in!

yourusername  he was grumbling the whole way home, trust me, i know yukitsunoda0511  I was not grumbling… danielricciardo  All in good fun mate 😂 Get revenge on the track next year, how’s that sound? yukitsunoda0511  Looking forward 👍  

pierregasly  stay away from my boyfriend >:(

yourusername  homie hopper… go chat up estie bestie u traitor estebanocon  Hey, I don’t want him either! 😂😂 pierregasly  Rude 😒

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f1wagupdates  Submitted by anon ❤️ It appears that Yuki Tsunoda has been having a fruitful break in between the Miami and Imola Grand Prix! The Japanese driver was spotted walking hand in hand with what appears to be his girlfriend, two days after his 23rd birthday and five days after revealing his relationship on the official Formula 1 YouTube channel. Little is known about the Alpha Tauri driver’s lover, but we do know that their height difference is adorable 🥰

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tifosi5516  liked by pierre gasly LOL

pierregasly  💔

carlo55ainzfan  LMFAOOOO ariana what are you doing here???

estiebestieee  STOPPPP their height difference is actually everything… short and shorter my HEARTTTT

mickyschumacher  yuki actually looks tall for once HAHAHA

formulaonefanatic  and NO ONE has her @ ??? seriously????

landonando  yuki talking about going public then literally no one knows who she is FGHFDSHGF sirhamilgoat  leave them alone smh, yuki has talked about how he likes to keep his personal life private formulafire  if he talked about going public in his post race interview… what else do they expect ??? sirhamilgoat  yall could just treat them like human beings?? we aren’t entitled to anything from them...

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www.dailymail.co.uk/sport/formulaone/article-220511

NO SOFT LAUNCH: FORMULA ONE DRIVER YUKI TSUNODA GETS SUDDEN SHOCK AS GIRLFRIEND’S INSTAGRAM HACKED – WHO IS Y/N L/N?

Twitter was sent into a frenzy on Sunday, as AlphaTauri driver Yuki Tsunoda sneakily revealed during his post-race interview that his previously-unknown beau was in attendance at the Miami GP!

Tsunoda has been notoriously quiet about his private life, leaving fans stunned at the seemingly out-of-nowhere revelation. The Internet quickly began to scour for the unknown woman online, however with what little information they had, quickly turned up empty. Though, the commotion evidently attracted the attention of the team at AlphaTauri themselves. On Monday, their official Instagram account uploaded a post commemorating the weekend, in which Tsunoda’s girlfriend was also featured.

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Eagle-eyed fans may have noted that both Yuki Tsunoda and the AlphaTauri Instagram account were both cheekily interacting with a private account. Soon, rumours were flying that this account was indeed run by Tsunoda’s girlfriend. As seen above, a quick look reveals that numerous Formula 1 drivers including Pierre Gasly, Lando Norris, Daniel Ricciardo, and Tsunoda himself, are following the account.

Some were not so convinced, however. Fans were also quick to question the account’s authenticity, with some expressing doubts on whether the account owner was even the alleged girlfriend herself.  However, these rumours were soon revealed to be true. On Tuesday, the account – which had previously been private with little over 300 followers – mysteriously became public. Fans immediately flocked to the account, taking to Twitter and Instagram to report their findings. With her most recent post being a dedication to her boyfriend and her time “in miamiiiiii with my boyyyyyy”, there is little doubt that the account’s owner – whom we can now confirm is Y/N L/N – is in fact the Japanese driver’s girlfriend!

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The reason for the account’s sudden change in privacy is unknown, though some theorise that the account was hacked, perhaps by an extremely dedicated fan. Daily Mail has reached out to Tsunoda, AlphaTauri, and Y/N L/N herself for comment.

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yourusername  all the rumours are true 🤫

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lolasformula  THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCEEEEEE

muppetlando  mother and father. PARENTS!

francisca.cgomes  can’t wait for another double date with you two!

yourusername  same!!! but we’ll have to confiscate pierre’s phone first 🤭🤭 pierregasly  😳😂

yukitsunoda0511  My girl 🫶

yukitsunoda0511  The prettiest always 😊

yukitsunoda0511  素敵 (Lovely)

yukitsunoda0511  Can’t take my eyes off you

pierregasly  I think we get the point mate lewishamilton  Lay off the guy, he’s in love!            Liked by yukitsunoda0511, yourusername

yukitsunda0511  愛してる ❤️ (I love you)

yourusername  forever & always ❤️

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[digitaldiarystuff]

The Interview

Hi guyss! Thank you so much for the support for my last post, here’s another idea I’ve had and if you want a part 2 to any of my stories feel free to reach out to me!

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summary: You’re an actress in Spain who supports atletico and are asked in an interview about Joao’s goal against your team, you playfully answer and receive a notification afterwards.

genre: fluff

pairing: Joao Felix x Y/N

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So, Y/N, we’re coming to the end of our interview but before that, I see here in my cards that you’re a die hard Atletico fan. Is it true?” Jim, the interviewer asked. You giggled.

“It’s true Jim, growing up, my dad was a football man. We spent every weekend watching games in the stadium or at home and I still do, just not going to games because of my crazy schedule, just watching them with my Griezmann shirt at home. We’re all big fans.” you answered truthfully. You loved watching the games but sometimes it was hard to catch up.

“So, did you watch the game they played against Barcelona?” he asked, intrigued.

“I did, actually. It was heartbreaking.” you said.

“Oh yeah yeah. Felix scoring the goal.”

“Yeah, it was hard to watch because I always knew he was a good player, seeing him score against us was hard.” you answered hoping that nobody would get upset because as much as it was true, you knew you had to make interviews professionally. Especially the live ones.

Soon after, the interview was done and you were in the backstage grabbing your items to head out. It was an off-day and you had planned on going home and not do anything.

When you went into the house, your dog, Biscuit was waiting for you at the door. You played with her for a few minutes and then grabbed some treats from the kitchen and a blanket to make yourself cozy and watch some TV but your phone vibrating like crazy meant the interview was up and everyone had seen it. You weren’t a big time celebrity but your recent role in a Netflix series has gained you tons of attention.

You were going through your message requests seeing the good and the bad things people said until one name caught your eye.

Joao Felix

Sorry to break your heart 💔 he said. You stared at the message for what felt like an eternity.

Maybe one or two footballers slid in your dm’s in the past months but none had any effect on you but Joao’s single sentence made your tummy flip. Was he mad? How could you respond to this, if you were to respond of course because you shouldn’t. Right?

It’s a little late for that, what’s done is done, you wrote but deleted right after, was it too harsh. You always had a weird sense of humor and enjoyed banter in flirting but you didn’t even know if this was flirty.

Well, you could always make up for it, you wrote then but feared it might be too forward, what if he was just apologizing genuinely to a fan? Oh god that would be embarrassing.

“Don’t worry about it, it’s just your job” you wrote and sent. This is the most appropriate, you thought. And maybe, he wouldn’t even respond after this.

You were wrong, he replied back in a minute.

“What can I do to make it up to you?”

Okay, this wasn’t about all fans, you thought. Because he specifically asked what could he do for you. Breathe Y/N, breathe.

Before replying, you quickly went onto his page, he was an amazing looking athlete there’s no denying and you’re single so you shouldn’t feel bad about the butterflies in your stomach.

“You could start with a dinner.” you replied and threw the phone on the couch scared of his response. Oh god, you hope you didn’t misread the interaction.

After a few minutes you decided this was stupid and picked the phone up.

“My pleasure. Tonight at 8?” he wrote and you nearly screamed, this gorgeous man was taking you out tonight and you were already shaking.

You quickly said ok and decided to have a long shower and get ready since it’s already 5. He also asked for your location to pick you up at 8.

After the shower you went into your closet trying to decide on what to wear and ended up with a navy dress and did your makeup. Just as you were putting on earrings, you heard the door knock. You tried calming yourself and opened the door and saw the most handsome man you’ve ever laid eyes on with a big smile and a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

“Hi.” he said sheepishly.

“Hi.” you replied equally giddy.

“Are you ready?” he asked, eyeing you up and down.

“Yes, here just let me take those of your hands and we can go.” you said, blushing because he was looking at you with no shame.

He drove you to a fancy restaurant which you’d once been with your manager as a celebration but he reserved a secluded table for the two of you.

At first, you were a little nervous about being on a date with him but that quickly went away as you talked about anything and everything. You quickly realized he was the most down to earth guy and wasn’t full of himself. He listened and gave you compliments as you described your life and you listened about his career. Before you knew it, it was nearly midnight and you were having the time of your life. You didn’t have to put on a facade with him and say whatever.

When the bill came, you of course offered but he wouldn’t budge and paid for the night and helped you walk to the exit with his hand on the small of your back. You got goosebumps just from a simple touch.

You went in the car and he started driving so you put on the radio and singing along the song when he joined you. You giggled.

“What, do you not like my voice?” he asked offended.

“No, I actually do.” you said. It felt like you knew him for years.

“I had fun tonight.” he said while walking you to your door.

“Me too, thank you for everything.” you said as you walked up the stairs to your door.

You stood just looking at each other’s eyes, lost in the moment.

“I sho-“

“Do you want to come inside?” you cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

“Yeah.” he smiled as you walked in the door.

He started looking at your home, analyzing details and when he saw the pictures of your family, he smiled.

“Did I also break your dad’s heart?” he asked.

“Why, are you going to buy him dinner too?”

“No, that was all for you.” he said as he walked over and held your waist looking at you intensely.

You looked up at him and smiled. He leaned in and stopped, as a way of making sure this was okay and you gave him the permission by pressing your lips against his. He smiled into the kiss and started moving his lips immediately. You lost yourself at his touch and placed your hands behind his head, playing with his hair. His hands roamed over your body trying to hold you closer.

“Y/N, I think I like you.” he said after you broke the kiss to breathe.

“I think I like you too Joao.” you said smiling widely.

“Now take me upstairs.” you said in a quiet tone, needing more of him.

He nodded immediately telling you to jump and wrap your legs around his torso. He carried you upstairs and you strengthened the connection you found today, until the sun came up.

You opened your eyes slowly, feeling a presence next to you and it was Joao. He was still sleeping. After you went to sleep, your mind wandered if this was just for one night but seeing him next to you happily snoring made that feeling go away. You carefully escaped his arms holding you at place to wash your face and go down to the kitchen. Just as you were passing the living room, you saw the flowers he brought last night. Smiling to yourself, you picked them up to put in a vase when you noticed a card sitting in between pink tulips.

You opened it up to see what was inside and found a note from him and smiled even wider if it’s possible.

“I hope this is the beginning of a great story”

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Ahh, this was sooo sweet even when I was writing I was smiling, hope you enjoyed it! Feedback is always appreciated luvs 🌷

[angelthefirst1]

Norman just posted this photo from Paris, which includes a dinosaur 🦕 wearing a beanie and it has love ❤️ heart nostrils.

His post is pointing to Emily's song about a dinosaur 🦕 in the museum of her broken 💔 hearted past.

Read about Emily's broken-hearted dinosaur 🦕 💔 museum here.

Norman's photo also shows symbolism of a bird 🐦 (Emily is marked as the hummingbird or song bird) "nesting" on a diamond 💎

Diamonds are pyramid (Louvre) symbols

You can read more on that here and here.

While the nest symbols are related to where Daryl will find her X.

My personal thoughts are that Daryl will get a clue to her survival at the Louvre and will then have to track her down.

We saw a mini template of this in Consumed (The book of Carol 1.0) when Daryl and Carol entered this office building filled with artwork (representation of the Louvre)

We also see "wing-back" chairs 💺 in this room, significant to Daryl getting his "Angel" or wings back.

Here, Daryl finds a picture 📸 picks it up and looks at it...I personally think this is a shadow of him finding a clue to Beth's survival at the Louvre.

In the next scene, he and Carol look out the window, Carol says, "How did we get here?" A clue to the future and to being in France.

In real time, they do get a clue to where Beth is...the + ambulance 🚑 on the bridge... The bridge symbolism is Jacob's (Israel's) ladder. 🪜

As @bethgreeneprevails has mentioned, the echelon briefing means ladder 🪜

@galadrieljones has done some amazing posts on Jacob and Jacob's ladder. She first clued me into the Leah/Rachel, Jacob (Daryl/Israel) connection.

I talk about how Daryl is Jacob/Israel here and will talk more on it in future posts.

But inside this room, we see a Meridian globe, giving us a hint and pointing to a different time and location.

The Meridian wheels are a representation of the Ferris wheels 🎡 symbolism we see in the show, and Norman recently posted about that too...

Ultimately, these are all symbols of Ezekiel's "wheel within a wheel" vision, which represents a birds eye view (God's view) of everything happening past, present, and future at once - being outside of time.

Interesting Ezekiel 10.10 is where we find this vision.

This Meridian symbolism doesn't just point to France, it points to shifting locations depending on what story they are telling. Which is the biblical end times.

Ezekiel’s Wheel Within a Wheel: What Does It Mean?

Ezekiel, one of the Jews exiled from Israel to Babylon after the fall of Jerusalem, receives this vision as a sign that God has not abandoned him (or the people). The wheels are a sign of God's omnipresence, for he can move anywhere; the height of his throne illustrates that he is always watching from high above us. Another decoration of the wheel chariot was numerous eyes, for God sees everything.

The wheels within wheels allowed the spirits to immediately go in any of four directions where they were told to go (Ezekiel 10:16 - 17).

There is a Ferris wheel in Barcelona, Spain, on the way to the Windsor bridge. It will be interesting to see if they film in a Ferris wheel location at any point when Beth comes back.

I've talked many times before how the "Nest" in France represents Israel, protected by the Archangel Michael, who have a leading role in biblical end time events.

Well, in this room that Daryl and Carol find a Beth clue in, we also get a depiction of Carol's Balaam's donkey symbolism used for DD2 advertising.

Daryl tells Carol that the painting looks like a dog sat in paint and wiped it's ASS 🫏 all over the place...

Dog backwards is god with a little g. This can represent an angel (it can be either holy or fallen depending)

It dipped it's ASS (donkey 🫏) in paint...

Angel donkey painting...numbers 22-Balaam's donkey. I will bless those who bless you and curse those who curse you, a promise made to Abraham's line. X

It wasn't an accident they gave Carol the Balaam's donkey symbolism for DD2. It's so important, and as I've mentioned, it's all related to the biblical end times.

The alcohol symbolism we see around Beth is related to the "spirits." Which I will go into more another time.

Before Daryl spots the ambulance 🚑 on the bridge, we see Daryl and Carol look out the window and see this sign...

This muse sign is pyramid symbolism - as above, so below.

If you read it from top to middle and bottom to middle, you get the word MUSE. Something Emily has written about in her song Jonathan from the album "OH" Jonathan album. Something I have talked about here and here.

Oh Jonathon is about Daryl and Beth.

MUSE is related to art, obviously, so it's just another hint to the Louvre.

One aspect of the dinosaur 🦕 key and the Seahorse key symbolism that I never went into in my previous post on Emily's dinosaur beanie.

Is that it all relates to the rise of the beast as described in Revelation 13.3

🦖🐉🦕🐲

The First Beast

And I saw a beast rising out of the sea, with ten horns and seven heads, with ten diadems on its horns and blasphemous names on its heads. 2 And the beast that I saw was like a leopard; its feet were like a bear’s, and its mouth was like a lion’s mouth. And to it, the dragon gave his power and his throne and great authority. 3 One of its heads seemed to have a mortal wound, but its mortal wound was healed, and the whole earth marvelled as they followed the beast. 4 And they worshipped the dragon, for he had given his authority to the beast, and they worshipped the beast, saying, “Who is like the beast, and who can fight against it?”

Beth's two "clue" cars, have both dinosaur 🦕 and a Seahorse symbolism.

Dinosaur can also mean dragon 🐉 and so can sea dragon, which is a Seahorse. Notice the yellow and blue on the Seahorse key... It's to tell us specifically that it's a sea dragon.

And again, Beth's mortal head wound and her survival, combined with the dragon/beast and sea dragon symbolism, points to her story being linked to the rise of the beast and the biblical end times that revolve around Daryl (Jacob/Israel)

[devitalise]

IMO IT'S THE LAST WEEKENd OF JULY!! Ty for letting me be the first this time I'm sure it was very hard to wait on my slow ass (I did mean to send this sooner & not literally the very last weekend but alas this job of remembering is in fact very hard 💔) JULY BOOKS + POTENTIAL AUGUST READS PLS!! 🤲

HIIIIII i can't believe july went by so quickly with such awful weather here in the uk! as i swore to myself i'd be outside doing things this summer i get hit with overcast miserable weather and rain! i did enjoy a weekend trip to barcelona to make the most of the beautiful 30 degree heatwave and enjoyed a lot of sangria and picked up such a fun book for that trip let's get into the

july book wrap up

(spoilers: i did not read #3 in the neapolitan quartet... maybe august)

Thiefs Journal by Jean Genet

theeeee most challenging book i've ever read i think. it was like doing a boss fight where you're 5 levels below the recommended level and you can get through it but it's hardfought. stellar, though. there's a lot that went over my head on this initial read, but i loved reading this book even when struggling through it. Genet's candidness was so refreshing i admired his voice and how unashamed he was to hold positions and opinions that were hypocritical, even. i saw this was added to your tbr recently, and i think you'll love it too!

Season of Migration to the North by Tayeb Salih

no reprieve! jumping right into another difficult book. one of my long term reading goals is to continue seeking out more non-english fiction, and coming across this book (i think it was in the list of recommended reading at the back of Let It Come Down by Paul Bowles as suggested by Penguin) was kind of serendipitous. i wish my reading had credited me more Big Words for discussing books like these but it's one of those ones where i'm itching to hear someone else's perspective on this so i'll do some googling. enjoyed it though!

My Phantoms by Gwendoline Riley

my barcelona read. i took my mom for her birthday, so it was only fitting i read another book giving voice to disjointed mother-daughter relationships. i loved this. i'll never get bored of this subject matter, and i think Riley did a commendable job at presenting something well-balanced between real emotional turmoil and humour. what stuck out to me most was holding yourself back from expressing yourself wholly to your mom in the same breath that you expect her to be vulnerable and the kind of. dance you do back and forth to test who'll blink first kind of thing. second plane read that's blown me away this year

The Portrait of a Mirror by A. Natasha Joukovsky

i just finished this today so thoughts may be a touch too fresh, but this was really like reading a character study on the main four in gossip girl if we'd followed them through to their 30s (big 4 being blair, dan, SVDW and nate). that snobbish upper-middle class art and literature intellectualism with high society expectations as a measure for acceptable behaviour. i appreciate books that are well researched and go the extra mile, and this did it for me. shame i got stuck with the ugly cover version.

august reads

i've already picked out my next read! rue (of okruee fame) and i will be buddy reading The Picture of Dorian Grey by Oscar Wilde and if the weather gets better i will finally pick up ferrante #3. i'm 27/35 books towards my reading goal and feeling pretty good tbh <3

also on the road to Being 25, i have started organising my birthday, as you do when it's in december i've booked my hotel and flights so excited to be a girl in new york

[hstyleshoney]

Yay!!! Part 7, in so excited to read this later today and I’ll come back and rave about it as soon as I finish. X❤️

I’m back and, AHHHHHH!!! 😭❤️ So much happened I can’t believe it! First off, he went to her house, not one but twice. I could just imagine how they both looked like when he brought her in the next morning 😅. Her mom was so sweet and welcoming with him, I’m sure he very much appreciated that type of maternal affection coming from her with insisting to take some scones and bread home. And the fact that when he felt overwhelmed and anxious, he went back to her place because he missed her and she brought him peace. 🥹 Ugh, both of them are so stubborn though, I love how we’re seeing them both go through the same emotions and thought process, like both wishing the other was pocket size so they can protect the other constantly from the world, and yet they’re the only ones who don’t see it from the other. She knows deep down that Reece isn’t the guy for her and Harry brings her a joy she hasn’t felt in a long time. But at least Harry knows he’s fucked and can admit she’s the first person, besides his grandmother, that accepts him for who he is and that he feels comfortable with. I feel for Harry, his family is so mean and he truly does feel alone and like an outsider. Poor grumpy, he just wants to be truly loved and accepted for who he is and not what his name can bring others. The haircut scene was so cute, and she’s “Been dying to get her hands on his hair!” 😏👀 I loved how she got so nervous to cut it because it’s Harry but he trusted her to do whatever felt right for her ❤️. And the head massage 👀 the boy was feeling it 😂. Ugh and don’t get me started on the towel scene, instantly reminded me of his Barcelona show a few nights ago, I get what she was feeling 🙈. Now you left us with big cliffhanger last chapter, but this one is HUGE!! 😱 THEY KISSED!! He kissed her, she wanted more, and he Left 😭. Nooo, and he told her they were friends 💔. This was such a good chapter and I’m so I’m love with this story, I honestly can’t wait for the next part. X

ARDJDGKUSYGM STOPP my heart cannot handle 😭😭 you are so sweet!!! Im SO HAPPY you liked this chapter of their story!! And the towel scene was literally being written the same night as the Barcelona show.... I WAS UNWELL 😂😂 THANK YOU SO MCUH FOR THIS LOVELY MESSAGE as always you have no idea how much you always make me smile ❤️❤️